The Demon King of Chaos looked up and saw a monkey with a face and mouth like that of Thunder Duke, standing less than five feet tall, appearing in the distance.
Compared to his own stature of over ten feet tall, this monkey barely reached his waist.
However, upon seeing this monkey, the Demon King of Chaos's face showed an extremely complex expression.
Excitement mingled with joy and agitation.
In this place, having been trapped by the Formation for so long, for someone who had ruled over a mountain and reveled in countless years of authority, it was simply a nightmare. There was nothing, only the ever-unchanging forest.
He even harbored thoughts of death.
Now that this monkey had finally appeared, whether it was the other dying or him dying, either outcome would be enough.
With this thought, the Demon King of Chaos lifted the long saber in his hand, took a big stride as if it were two, and as he approached Sun Wukong, he fiercely slashed down with the blade.
